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A Title Fit for a King

The Loneliest Fish in the Sea To be one among the many fish in the sea Is a plague to the ever-evolving prototype of fish like me With bold black stripes And well-defined, evenly smooth skin The ability to stay, head-under-water While I navigate the world in front of me And all its offerings No matter how many times I am set off-course Towards the charming sound of boats’ propellers Near the crest of soft waves in the water I swim to approach and meet the bright afternoon’s sunlight With a fate unknown to me Here, at the bottom of the sea I search for a better view A new school (of thought) to swim among Finding only doubt and reprieve I gather a sense of depraved indifference Among those thought to be my peers Actions only breed defeat and disappoint So, instead I float Caution to the wind Sails in my back Looking for a better fish Only I cannot find this other fish One to say, I’ve met my match They all pick ones more regular than I Ones to be recognized

Listen.

Worlds Apart Stands the Ruiner and His Disease Upon the bureau I have laid to waste Any commemorative memorabilia Of the being that used to be me I as a used vessel Not set to sail upon the wavering tides of the beaten sea I am the ocean When at peace Tranquility invites a soul to take To be Arrested for possession of the truth Released, she claimed, “I will set you free” Instead she wrapped her legs around my waist Like a caged animal I’ve become accustomed to my inheritance She is the creature scratching through layers upon layers Of whom I used to be Now all of which is just lost on me This harpoon to the heart Will make any caged bird sing For its last will, meal, and testament Rest in peace Oh little blue bird, I am he You are she As the devil and God wage war inside of me My heart is the mediator Sent to settle and serve the papers upon my release “Here I am, take me in your willful hands” With nothing better to do I accept the challenge To sle

One Last One

Blank Expressions I wanted so badly To love her madly But she couldn’t let go of the disease I am the cure to set her mind at ease She refused treatment For the cancer inside her Decaying her immune system When offered a blood transfusion She’d rather wait and bleed The infection is in her bloodstream “I don’t want the sales rep knocking at my door” “I don’t want you pacing the floor” I can’t wait around to see you in a hospital My bed offers more comfort For a heart, soul, and body like yours Time spent mistreating the disease Claiming a prayer for change will do the trick But we both know That was just a comforting lie you told yourself To mask the hurt and pain “Each waking moment is a chance at epiphany” “I find myself trapped in an illusion like a hall of mirrors” Hospitals are unforgiving places Where you go when you die On the inside When all hope is lost and gone Or simply faded away Lost in translation From all that could have been “Where d

Poems About War Are Cool

A War Against Time Becomes a Crime Do you hear the children in the streets Running so carelessly and care-free As the bombs drop Like cascades of a waterfall That we stand beneath Civilians walk in the streets Armed to the teeth While we remain safe In the arms of each other beneath soft linen sheets The house rattles With each new sound of the artillery But we cannot hear the noises of war When we are tucked within the embankments Of a battle only these two souls can win Love is our peace treaty Our bodies are the vessels With which we’ve chosen to fight The buzz of helicopters is overhead The bright searchlights flood the cracks in our windows Blacked-out for a better view of each other’s bodies The whistle of jets passing Plays as music to our ears As our bodies become one, so in snyc We shall abandon our post And overcome As the battle wages on Cavalry hits the ground, running With a boot-stomping melody Our ears cannot deny But to which we shall

A Metaphor

This Is Only Going to Hurt for a Second Where will you be When the last of the bombs go off We shall detonate our own Set in the same time-signature as our favorite song In the same rhythmic sound as the fast-paced beating of our bleeding hearts Lying side by side Incandescent lights cut out We hold each other in pitch dark I can feel your weighted breath on my cold cheek Kiss me, one last time For a keepsake To the last night we spent together We shall overcome this Armageddon To see each other In another life In a place only martyrs can go Background noise gets louder The walls shake I can feel you shiver This is the act of aching hearts of young lovers You know how I do I thought this was supposed to last forever Your dark eyes peek Behind eyelashes Here we are together, doomed, But yet in love with forever If our time was set to be the past I wanted so badly To be bad Not sad or hung-over Applying myself to the situation at hand Better left as

I'm Back

Parenthetical References to Quintessential Footnotes in the Understanding of Literature Based on Fact as Told Through Fiction She said, “I just want to be loved” But I knew She just wanted to be written about To have words immortalize her essence To tell she had a presence Once, in my life Her tranquility was as dangerous as her vitality Yet, here I am Putting pen to paper Forming words from letters That I wished I’d never written And the words turn to sentences To fill a void She left when she left Me With a crack in the armor Used to protect my heart From girls The likes of her The world over Now I know what it’s like To be the victim of her bed And the false bravado of her manners When we had laid beside each other I can’t get her delicate features Out of my head Such a ravenous creature I can still feel the contortion of her muscles As she jockeyed for the right position With a hint of sweat glistening off her chest When we were skin to skin And

Sunday.

The Unfortunate Pedestrian Speaks As the lungs collapse My breath begins to shallow And the oxygen expires The heart forgets to beat Once Twice Three times For you, lady It has no reason to You were all I had to live for And now that you’re gone I can’t exist I do not exist Without you The blood won’t flow Unless its stream leads to the gutter Where you left me When you said it was over I didn’t believe Couldn’t believe It was really over But Now I know It’s over The roses I left for you On your front porch Have wilted, dried Might as well be painted black Like the leftover part of my heart Now the bridge collapses An overflowing river takes control The rain will not subside How does it feel To know you caused this catastrophe ..................................................... The Unfinished Kiss is Interrupted Promises kept and repeated You took them Worth a check and balance on your cheek Wisdom in your teeth The whites of your

I Swear I'm Okay

To a Girl Unworthy of the Time It Took to Write This Letter and Who Needs the Space It Takes My life is shit No matter how hard I try To deny The pieces you tore apart Will no longer fit inside You left me sullen Unable to cry Alone and helpless Misrepresented Misinterpreted All that you said Told your lies You tried to deconstruct me But I’d never let you Near this heart Well, that’s a lie I tell myself to forget And make it through to the next day When opportunity knocks With every whisper Try as I may Loving you will only bring dismay Your absence sets my heart into decay Watch the pieces crumble Watch the pieces fall I stand here, humbled I would never make you crawl It took you To make me realize I am everything I despise And it’s all because of you And everything I pretend to do Only after everything is done Can I realize I hate all that you’ve made me And all that I have Turns me into what we hate I am at my best When I see you with th

From the Old Days

This Side of Paradise is Lost This below-the-belt pain Of adolescence Is slowly killing me Let me in Oh, won’t you please Allow me to see What it’s like to be yours Just for one night Tonight Let’s be lovers And tomorrow We can return to being just friends With benefits Or potential I know I fit your credentials All that I believed in All that you taught me Is nothing now But shattered images I tried so hard to create Each time you said you hated me Well, guess what, I hated you too Remember all those things, darling That you used to say How I was your divine intervention Your new coveted possession And how I said you stole my purity And innocence I can no longer look to Remember when you said That you hated him instead Well, sweetie, I hated him more Because he got you first to bed Remember all the movies, darling That I took you to see Without begging for a make-out session In the back of my Ford Contour Remember all those nights You spe

Something to Say

This Year’s Past Mistake Is this too hard for you to discover I can’t be Yesterday’s news A castaway lover That you brag about To all your friends Go ahead Tell all your friends Pass my number back and forth I know you’ll be the subject of conversation Amongst my friends Because it doesn’t hurt to brag Or to be selfish I want to bask in the glory Of taking you to bed with me Don’t you wish to let the ties bind Sorry, my love is anything but color-blind My eyes do strain To glance at you from so faraway And next summer I’ll see you And you’ll see me Do we avoid Will it be strange Do we pay attention Play pretend Or pull the trigger You said you’d kill me If I desert you ever again You said you had so much love to give So I write this plea on an empty page And wish it to be my last disgrace It all seems so surreal You, Here with me I can touch your quivering lips Gently With my fingertips What’s the price I’ll pay Anything I’ll even listen

Me Poet. You Read.

Thoughts are Hard to Come by These Days You think you know But you have no idea What it takes to be me You think you know stress You can’t even imagine What I’ve gone through This is a test Don’t you wish you could see How it is, How you get inside of me You think you know what love is You don’t even know Where to look If it was right in front of you Like I am right now Here is my love I’ll call you blind All I want Is to be next to you But you stand so faraway You won’t even listen To the words that I say All sincerity aside Why do you treat me this way I deserve better Just tell me you love me And that you’ll never stray But you’re too faraway _______________________________________________________ Those Summer Nights We Shivered Through Slowly Abandon You It was cold the night we decided to sleep in We hugged each other beneath the blankets To keep warm, on through the endless night Listening to the radio We told each other secrets Things

Sunday Morning Poetry

To Feel the Pain of Love Written By: Sean Moore The rule of jealousy Holds true in the game of love No matter how hard you try No matter what you tell yourself That you won’t think about her When she’s not with you And then You know Somehow That she’s with someone Better than you, now The self-righteousness Will kill you From the inside It’ll drive you mad Until you can’t bear the pain Of love I used to believe In this thing called love Better yet, the idea of love Really had me Hook, line, and sinker As my guilt-ridden heart Got caught up in the attention And I got a glimpse of the future Of who you really are I know that I can’t live without your eyes Your smile Your heart Your body…Next to mine The pain and the sorrow How sick it makes me Now I know the truth And if knowing you Is wrong Then I don’t want to be right Separate The feeling of you versus me Separate This pain inside of me Separate And make me complete The rule of jea

Poem inspired by Thursday

To the Tune of Understanding The deafening screams Set the tempo For screeching tires And worn out brakes Unlocked doors and Jimmied locks Shattered windows and A whirlpool of Firestone logos Cracked rearview mirrors Help us see, in many degrees The damage done- With so much left to do Broken limbs and Rainbow-colored contusions Listen- To the hypnotic sound Of the air vent as it whistles Our last breaths- Breathe Kiss your swollen cheeks, Hit eject on the tape deck I don’t want to hear a sound As I hold you in my crippled arms Blood-stained seats and Dented dashboards- This is my confessional Roll the windows down To hear the sound Of the sirens screaming by Emptied bottles- Drown my sorrows, As I whisper my last goodbye That echoes in our splintered ears Double yellow lines blur With the confusion and Those bruise-colored lips I used to kiss As the radio plays our song, continuously